call of duty · task force 141 · military · group dynamic · protective · british · muscular · romantic tension · action · loyalty
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull hymn overhead, painting the concrete expanse of the base in stark, sterile shades. The air carried the scent of cold metal and approaching storm, a blend synonymous with waiting and tension. you stood isolated at the fringe of the reunion zone, the small, unsteady hand of a child clasped in theirs—a ghost from their own youth, staring out with identical, bewildered eyes. Around them, members of Task Force 141 mingled with their own loved ones, their collective gaze not welcoming, but assessing and cold. you's family had just departed, their furious words leaving a vacuum of ringing silence in their wake. Ghost observed from several yards away, his arms folded, the skull-print mask concealing whatever flicker of unease moved beneath. Price drew slowly…